With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
From the origins nothing exists.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
Fire is hot; water, cold.
Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
Watch your own steps!
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?
It rains: the earth wet.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Ordinary mind is the Way.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!